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Two days after Qin Youle and song Tingchen were photographed, song Tingchen didn't respond, and the news was over.

In the hotel room, song Tingchen was watching the night with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Since Song Tingchen and Qin Youle made their relationship public in the crew, song Tingchen booked a room on the top floor of the hotel. At the top, you can see the whole city.

"Mr. Song, you've almost done what you asked him to do." Huang Zhiming is sitting at the table and tapping the keyboard. He came here only yesterday.

Hearing Huang Zhiming's words, song Tingchen didn't hurry to answer. He shook the goblet in his hand and drank a mouthful of red wine before slowly asking, "did you find out who it is?"

"Yes." Huang Zhiming closed the computer. He walked behind song Tingchen and said, "I sent someone to check. The reporter who broke the news said that there was an anonymous phone call to him, so he knew to go to the place where you sang that night."

Song Tingchen squeezed the wine cup in his hand.

"We investigated according to the clues he provided and found that the phone call was made from the location of the hotel that day." Huang Zhiming looked at Song Tingchen and said, "on that day, only Su Rui was in this hotel."

"Su Rui?" Song Tingchen frowned. He looked at the wine red in the cup shaking gently.

"Mr. Song, I think you guessed right. The person who broke the news should be su Rui. Moreover, I also found that Chen Fen had investigated the matter between you and your wife before. "

Song Tingchen was expressionless. He raised his eyes and looked at the night and said, "Zhiming, Youle said he thought it was beautiful here. What do you think?"

Huang Zhiming didn't understand what song Tingchen wanted to express. He shook his head incomprehensibly: "President song, do you want to ask me about the scenery?"

Song Tingchen nodded.

Huang Zhiming took a step forward. Under the night light, the city has beautiful lights and is very beautiful and attractive.

"It's really good." Huang Zhiming said, "it seems that there are many tourist places here. No wonder my wife thinks it's beautiful."

"You feel good, too." Song Tingchen turned around and shook his glass again. "Zhiming, what do you think will happen if you make time for the crew to play?"

"Mr. Song, I don't understand." Huang Zhiming was even more confused. "Isn't our shooting process faster than expected? There should be time to look around here. "

However, in Huang Zhiming's impression, song Tingchen's crew rarely doesn't go back on their return journey. He pays attention to efficiency and never makes room for the crew to play.

Song Tingchen looked into Huang Zhiming's eyes and said slowly, "I'm going to change Su Rui."

"Mr. Song..." Huang Zhiming's eyes widened a lot.

Song Tingchen calmly walked to the sofa. He sat down and put his two long legs together naturally, holding his head with one hand, looking lazy.

"President song, what do you mean?" Huang Zhiming asked in surprise, "you don't want to change Su Rui's role of Su man now?"

"No?"

"This... No!" Huang Zhiming sat down. He said excitedly, "President song, now the shooting has been more than half. Now we change roles, we will lose a lot."

"I'm not afraid of loss. I'll bear it." Song Tingchen said softly. He looked like he was just waving to buy a slightly expensive item.

Huang Zhiming choked and couldn't speak.

"Contact a lawyer and talk to Su Rui about terminating the contract." Song Tingchen put down the goblet in his hand. Since he was in the lounge, he had moved to change Su Rui's idea.

"Mr. Song, are you... Serious?" Huang Zhiming still couldn't believe it. He stretched out his hand to explore song Tingchen's forehead and whispered, "no, it doesn't have a fever."

"Get out!" Song Tingchen yelled angrily. Huang Zhiming is becoming more and more presumptuous to him now!

"No, Mr. Song, your decision is too hasty." Huang Zhiming is really worried now. He said excitedly, "Mr. Song, think about it. Now most of the shooting has been carried out, and we have done the publicity. If we rashly change Su Rui now, it will have a great impact."

"These are not problems."

"Mr. Song, I don't understand." Huang Zhiming said puzzled, "in fact, you also think Su Rui's acting skills are OK. She also played the role of Su man. It's not wise to change the role rashly now."

Song Tingchen glanced at Huang Zhiming. He didn't know how much he would lose when he changed people halfway through the shooting.

"Zhiming, if I keep her, Youle, maybe I can't keep it." Song Tingchen said earnestly.

Song Tingchen's words made Huang Zhiming not know what to say for a moment.

"Mr. Song, have you figured out what to say with the company?"

Song Tingchen took a deep breath: "there will always be a solution, but Su Rui, I can't keep her."

"I know. I'll get things done." Looking at Song Tingchen's resolute eyes, Huang Zhiming took the lead seriously. He has been around Song Tingchen for so many years. He knows song Tingchen's personality and how important Qin Youle is to song Tingchen. To exaggerate, she is song Tingchen's life.

"Thank you." Song Tingchen said sincerely.

If Su Rui simply pursues him, song Tingchen may still accept it. However, if Su Rui begins to threaten the relationship between Qin Youle and him, he must expel her.

Just then the door was opened.

Qin Youle, wearing a black windbreaker, appeared at the door. She took off her hat and showed a bright smile. She held several light yellow flowers in her right hand.

"Madam!" Seeing Qin Youle coming, Huang Zhiming immediately stood up.

"Zhiming is coming." Qin Youle said casually. After smiling at Huang Zhiming, she went straight to the tea table. There was a transparent glass vase. She inserted the flowers in her hand.

"Then, Mr. Song, I'll go first." Huang Zhiming winked at Song Tingchen knowingly.

Song Tingchen was silent.

Seeing the door closed, song Tingchen went to Qin Youle and whispered, "where have you been with Zhao Ting? Come back so late. "

"Go out and walk around." Qin Youle is seriously playing with the flowers in his hand.

Looking at Qin Youle with drooping eyes, song Tingchen suddenly felt a desire to protect. If he could, he even wanted to hide Qin Youle in this room forever. Only he could see it. It belonged to him alone.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Youle looked up and just met song Tingchen's affectionate eyes. She blushed and lowered her head again.

"Nothing." Song Tingchen's mouth turned up, and he also played with the flowers, "I didn't know you like flowers so much now."

"A while ago, I was so bored that I took Liang Yin to learn flower arrangement for a while. After learning, I gradually understand some flowers and feel like them. "

"Unexpectedly, my wife can arrange flowers." Song Tingchen joked, "I remember you can play the piano, right?"

"Yes." Speaking of the piano, Qin Youle unconsciously thought of Qiao Qianyou. Her unhappy experience at Qiao's house made her feel a little disgusted with her favorite piano.

"Youle, your birthday is coming. What gift do you want?" Seeing that the flowers were almost done, song Tingchen took Qin Youle's hand and walked to his seat. He had been thinking about it these days.

Qin Youle picked a beautiful eyebrow. She asked playfully, "if I told you, can you surprise me?"

"Then I always need to know what you like." Song Tingchen said in embarrassment. He has been thinking about these things these days, but he still hasn't come up with any good methods.

Qin Youle shook his head: "no, you have to think for yourself. Don't you know what I like? Don't you usually notice my preferences? "

"I don't know if you'll like what you used to like now." Song Tingchen hugged Qin Youle, and his tone was a little sad.

Three years can change a lot. For example, a person's preferences, or even a person's character.

Feeling song Tingchen's uneasiness recently, Qin Youle gently put his hand on song Tingchen's chest: "no, I haven't changed."

Song Tingchen gets closer to Qin Youle again. Since the two of them were published in the newspaper, song Tingchen vaguely feels that something is going to happen.

The next day, the crew had a collective holiday.

Qin Youle already had a biological clock. By six o'clock in the morning, she suddenly woke up. For a moment, she forgot not to shoot today and hurried to sit up.

"What's the matter?" Feeling something moving on the bed, song Tingchen opened his eyes wearily.

"You can get up. You'll be late again later." After looking at the time, Qin Youle has decided to get out of bed.

"Where to go!" Song Tingchen sat up. His hand went around Qin Youle's back to his front abdomen. He didn't even open his eyes. "Today's crew has a holiday. Did you forget?"

"Oh! By the way, the crew has a holiday today! " Qin Youle patted his head angrily, "I forgot this thing."

"Sleep a little longer." Song Tingchen hugged Qin Youle and lay back.

Qin Youle changed her posture, put her hand habitually on song Tingchen's chest, and curled up in Song Tingchen's arms.

A minute later, there was a uniform sound of breathing in the room.

In the other room, Huang Zhiming got up early. Today, he will do what song Tingchen ordered, find a lawyer and personally talk to Su Rui about the termination of the contract.

Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the appearance of suits and shoes in the mirror, Huang Zhiming smiled. He thought he looked OK, especially every time he wore a suit, he could be fascinated by him.

But as long as he thought of Su Rui, his scalp felt numb. This is the first time Su Rui met a company to terminate her contract, and the reason is so bloody. Huang Zhiming seems to be able to think of how he will be criticized by Su Rui.

"Oh, I hope this thing can be done smoothly today." Huang Zhiming murmured to him in the mirror.